to those before,

tell us, lead the way, speak of what you see, open your mouths, broken teeth, speak of what you will do, before you cannot speak of what you did anymore. lend us your strength, tell us what you did, it was enough, it wasnt enough, lead the way so we can follow, what will you say, share your wisdom before the sound of the end spreads; before all forget. what did you see, what became of the best minds, paint your life, write your sight, forget what will be, tell us, await, be not afraid. the wheels spin, the image fades, the rot spreads, the microphone cracks, they scream over you, they forget, they want to. what became of you, in that last moment before the bliss, all our attention, open your lungs, breathe in all you said, tell us before it is too late. it is not late, much as it seems, hope is not a mistake, i hope, i speak, i listen, bricks, fires, guns, poems, lectures, articles, politics, brands, politics, guns again, the wheels spin an endless cycle, a spiral, a spiral, a spiral, lead the way, we must follow. we will.


Written in an explicit attempt to break out of my usual writing style.

Written 2024-06-04, last edited 2024-06-04.